Violetta (nervously). Guys-guys-guys!!! There's no time to be stupid. In general, give me the money and you can continue to do your obscenities here.

Eleanor (exhaling nervously, pulling her purse towards her). Yeah… I guess I'll have to pay you to leave.

Eleanor takes a few bills out of her purse and hands them to Violetta.

Eleanor (relatively calmly). Is that enough?

Violetta (accepting the money and counting it). Well…, give me more, don't squeeze! There's another fourth couple so pretty, well, so pretty…

Kostya takes out another bundle of money from their pocket, counts out a few more bills and gives it to his sister.

Violetta happily eats, kisses Kostya on the cheek, reaches out to Eleanor, but she disgustedly pushes her away.

Violetta runs away.

Eleanor and Kostya remain in a depressed state, with a broken feeling and mood.

Eleanor (displeased). With such sisters, no enemies are needed.

Kostya (walking thoughtfully, not immediately answering). Actually, she's good. A little reckless, but simple, open…, sincere..

Eleanor (skeptically). … uh-huh…

Kostya (walking thoughtfully). This… you know what they say. There are devils in a quiet pool. And here everything is simple, honest and open. Everything that's on your mind is on your tongue.

Eleanor (skeptically). Oh, is it? Yes, your sister, I'm sorry, she's not hiding her friendship with the devils. Isn't she a beast herself? Do you call her shamelessness and impudence openness?

Kostya (stops, thinks). Well… Yes, she is not a countess, she is not trained in high manners. Well, I'm not a count either. Why are you mad at her? Is it because of the money? So she will return, the first time or something.

Eleanor (nervously). I didn't care about the money! Kostya, don't pretend to be a fool! Do you think it's okay when your sister shows up like this at any moment and starts taking over here?

Kostya (enters into an argument). Is she the boss?

Eleanor (nervously). What else is it called?

Kostya (already nervously). A person asked for help. What are you making a tragedy out of this?

Eleanor (nervously). Yes, because she is already zatrrrrr.....Avila, with his visits. Then her faucet is leaking – help Kostya. Then her curtains need to be removed to wash – Kostya again. Then by all means hang it – naturally to you. To bring potatoes – to you. To consult about the purchase of household appliances – we call my brother again. Is it okay that your brother has his own family and your worries have not fallen anywhere for him? What doesn't happen – Kostya! Kostya! Kostya! Tea, not a girl for a long time, it's time to grow up!

Kostya (shouting). Will you calm down today or not? I grew up alone in the family, and I got used to walking in queens! All attention to you, all care to you. You didn't give a damn about the others. So it is in life, as it can be seen leaked from childhood. And Violetta went through a difficult childhood. She's not just my sister, she's me....

Kostya stops talking at the last moment, holding his tongue.

Eleanor (barely restraining herself). Well, well… Go on. So I'm spoiled, selfish…, callous, apparently. What else?

Kostya (relatively restrained). And you also like to make a big deal out of a molehill.

Kostya is rapidly going somewhere.

Eleanor (nervously, with interest). Are you going far?

Kostya (restrained). I'll go, get some air, cool my head a little, otherwise I've already started to hurt. And you ventilate here, otherwise lightning discharges are felt in our humble abode… I came home cheerful and happy … ah …

Kostya waves his hand and leaves.

Eleanor, pouting, puts her hands on her hips, turns away from Kostya in the other direction.

ZTM.

Scene 3. In a related way.

Violetta's apartment.

An optimistic musical composition sounds.

Business Violetta enters with several bags from the boutique. Not the face, not that it would be joy – but also not sadness. Rather indifference.

Kostya comes in behind her. He's sad. Hands in pockets. Haggard himself.

The music stops.

Violetta (leaving her bags in the room and going to change). Yes, I know your betrothed, you don't have to tell me. In general, I was never surprised that you would come to the shoe store 5-10 minutes after I left.

Violetta is hiding in another room. Changing clothes. From time to time, replaceable things fly out from the filing of her hand.

Kostya (turning away from the place where Violetta is changing clothes). Listen, this is unbearable! Don't say a word to her. It starts with half a turn, and then try to stop it again.

Violetta (shouting from the other room). I don't understand how you live with her at all.

Kostya (softly, so Violetta wouldn't hear). Yes… I don't always understand myself…

Violetta enters. She is in a bright, defiant housecoat, dressed in general decently, but at the same time partly frankly. In any case, it's exciting. Gently and at the same time passionately, she steps with her bare feet on the floor. The gait is open, bold, not at all sisterly.

Kostya turns to her, but immediately hides his gaze, as if trying not to look.

Violetta (smiling playfully, slyly). Hey, bro.... Why are you looking away, huh? As if bag and I are not soulmates.

Violetta approaches Kostya and hugs him tenderly and passionately. Since the longing mistress embraces, and not the sister.

Kostya feels awkward. He tries to be polite, smiles in response, but at the same time he is timid, he is confused.

Kostya (awkwardly, embarrassed). Ahem, Ahem… um… Yes, I… it is… Somehow…

Violetta (with a long, playful, sly smile). Come on! Shake it up! If you want, I'll make a relaxing massage…

Kostya (chattering quickly). Not-not-not-not-not-not-not....

Violetta (insistently, continuing to hug and stroke Kostya). Come on… What are you? Are you afraid of me? Don't be afraid, I won't eat it.

Kostya carefully tries to escape from the embrace, but Violetta holds him tightly. He gives up. He looks pitifully at his sister.

Violetta (taking pity). Well…, okay, okay… I wanted the best.

He lets go of his brother, walks around the room effectively, sits down on the sofa very inspiring (for men) with his legs crossed.

Kostya (uncertainly).

Kostya takes half a step towards the exit, but Violetta calls out to him.

Violetta (intriguingly). What are you?

Kostya stops, looks questioningly at his sister.

Violetta (intriguingly). Won't you even look at the new thing?

Kostya (uncertainly). So I saw it in the store. I just went down to the store to unwind, maybe I can tell you what, help you decide on a choice, and carry bags… Only you didn't.

Violetta (intriguingly, passionately). And I'll give…

a little pause, an exchange of glances.

Violetta (playfully). Well, I mean, I'll give you another opportunity to serve.

Kostya (not understanding). What is it? Did the light bulb burn out? Or did the hinges on the door creak again?

Violetta (playfully). Yeah, noooo. Well, why the light bulb right away …, what does the hinges have to do with it? I'm talking about something else.

Kostya (not understanding). About what other?

Violetta (playfully). Well, you know, there in the store the eyes run away. It often happens with girls that you buy some kind of thing, and then you come home and try it on, and you don't understand why the hell you took it. The store seemed to have a chic shine. And at home you look in the mirror – it sucks. There are probably some enchanted mirrors in their fitting rooms.

Kostya (not understanding). And, of course, the eye is blurred and it is already becoming difficult to dot and.

Violetta (involved). Yes! So with shoes, the situation is about the same. Let me try everything on again, and you look at everything again, and make a verdict. Keep these shoes for me, or maybe return something to the store before it's too late.

Kostya (not understanding). Well… okay.

Violetta (playfully, pointing with her toes at the bags). Get the bags over here.

Kostya takes the bags, brings them to his sister, holds them out.

Violetta, in response, holds out her seductive leg to her brother.

Violetta (with a sly smile). Can you handle it?

Kostya is "hanging". He's confused.

Violetta (plaintively). Please, I'm so tired. I was running around the shops. You don't think this was the first shoe boutique I visited today, do you?

Kostya (relatively calmly). Okay.

Violetta is blooming, shining.

Kostya (relatively calmly).

Violetta (with a sly smile). You're a man, make your own choice.

Kostya (trying to be impartial). Let's start with these.

Kostya chooses one of the pairs, takes them out of her purse, starts trying on one shoe on her sister's foot.

Violetta is playing with him. Pulls his leg, behaves like a child.

Kostya (offended). Well, a Fork? Good fooling around…

Violetta (passionately). I love it when you call me that…

she holds out her foot to her brother, who finishes with the first shoe.

Kostya (trying to be impartial). Give me the second one.

Violetta stretches out her other leg, puts it, playing, on her brother's shoulder. But he pulls himself back. He takes his sister's leg firmly and does what he was asked to do.

Violetta (passionately). Aww… How rude we are today… But it even turns me on.

Kostya (trying to be impartial, throwing Violetta's shod feet away). So, sister! Have you eaten too many oysters today?

Violetta (with a sly smile). Why oysters?

Kostya (trying to remain calm). A natural aphrodisiac, if you didn't know....

Violetta (with a sly smile). Well… then you can say that, because my natural aphrodisiac is you.

Audacious music sounds from a number of those that accompany the fashion show.

Violetta gets up and walks around in her new shoes as if on a catwalk. He tries to seduce his brother by playing with a robe and exposing parts of his legs.

Kostya, sitting on the floor, sighs, pitifully looks away.

Violetta quickly changes into another pair, again shows her brother her legs and all of herself (audaciously, but decently, moderately frankly).

Kostya glances at his sister from time to time, swallows saliva.

The third pair.

Fourth.

The music stops.

Violetta approaches her brother victoriously and belligerently. Her waist is at the level of her brother's eyes. She comes very close. Dangerously close.